Trimester
"Young Prince, you are very childish to act like this."
Xia Qingyan's face turned slightly red.
Without a word, he began to cough.
Zhao Shuning couldn't stand it any longer, so she poured some water and fed it to him.
"Is the young prince's body that delicate?"
Xia Qingyan breathed heavily for a while and then said, "I did it on purpose."
Zhao Shuning put down her teacup.
He sat on a stool some distance away.
"Young Prince, I think I've made myself clear last night."
Xia Qingyan said.
"Miss Luo, I stood outside your room all night."
"I also thought about it for an entire night."
Zhao Shuning did not reply because she knew Xia Qingyan would definitely continue.
"Miss Luo, it is impossible for you to be together with him."
"How do you know we're impossible?"
"The Sect Leader would never do such a thing."
Zhao Shuning drank a cup of water herself.